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term="voting rights"/><category term="war"/><category term="wedding"/><category term="worry"/><category term="yoga"/><category term="yom kippur"/><title type='text'>Grateful Dating</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1523</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-8998934658741920320</id><published>2026-10-30T10:14:22.625-04:00</published><updated>2026-10-30T10:14:22.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Coffee Shop</title><content type='html'>Still too much to do. And still not getting it all done! We are talking inches...inches...inches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m sitting in a coffee shop now, the type of place where I did a good deal of writing (blogging) back in the day. Today I&#39;m mixing some work writing and reading. Also need to muffle the loud convo of some bro-y neighbors going on about fundraising (couldn&#39;t tell what the cause was!) in this county. I&#39;m still anxious about finishing some elements of my work, but also thinking I can do it all. Certainly, I will have to work this weekend. That&#39;s fine. That&#39;s how it&#39;s going these days. I am taking off next week for a short trip to Boston and a conference. Jimmy is coming with me. We are foolishly but happily taking the train. The train ride is very long but it will be a nice, hopefully relaxing part of the trip. I hope to get some work done on the train, which may be reading the two papers I&#39;m supposed to discuss at the conference. But really, who has time?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, I wanted to take a bike ride Saturday morning. Then I signed up for an election canvassing shift on Sunday afternoon. Too much but I have to do something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess every day I will get a little more done and eventually I will finish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: getting something done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/8998934658741920320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/the-coffee-shop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/8998934658741920320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/8998934658741920320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/the-coffee-shop.html' title='The Coffee Shop'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-8505016008208358595</id><published>2026-10-24T10:48:21.401-04:00</published><updated>2026-10-24T10:48:21.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>I spent a lot of time going to the movies over the last couple of weeks and I didn&#39;t write about it at all. It was fun and Jimmy enjoyed it too, which is good. But I guess it didn&#39;t seem urgent to write about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I am working even though it&#39;s Saturday. I have really gotten myself into a crunch and this is the only way out. Yet have a done a lick of work yet? No. Instead, I moved the money in my thrift savings account (TSP) around, in preparation for the coming AI crash. I don&#39;t really feel safe, and I&#39;m not retiring anytime soon, but this way at least the investments are a bit more conservative. I have other money I need to move into bonds or whatever is as safe as bonds used to be (nothing?). I hate thinking about this stuff but I am pretty sure the AI cliff is coming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I haven&#39;t talked about AI at all. Well, TL;DR, I&#39;m not a fan. I refuse to use it even though my company is encouraging us to use it. Sure maybe there are some limited use cases, but I&#39;m not going to have it write for me or check my work or any of that nonsense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok back to doing the writing that AI would undoubtably simplify.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: a functioning brain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/8505016008208358595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/8505016008208358595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/8505016008208358595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-1063694704765138528</id><published>2026-10-21T11:43:10.329-04:00</published><updated>2026-10-21T11:43:10.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slog</title><content type='html'>I guess I am doing that thing where I work toward a deadline. I did finish (sort of) one thing last week. I passed my draft to a junior staffer and...I don&#39;t think she&#39;s going to get things very advanced. But let me try and reserve judgement for now. I am still going through my notes writing up a different report. I went to that same staffer&#39;s notes--she was the notetaker for a series of interviews--and what she has and what I have don&#39;t match. Not that they don&#39;t match, but that I can find part of the conversation or certain key words in her notes! So I had to go back to the recording. Luckily, there is an auto-transcribe feature in Word, so now I&#39;m reading though and trying to find the missing spot from her notes to clarify what I wrote. I didn&#39;t manage last night, so I will pick up where I left off. The problem is that I spent most of yesterday distracting myself from actual work and by the time I started my investigation, it was time for dinner.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. This is my boring life! I did manage to go on a bike ride on Monday. I really need to move around more and just leaving the house while I&#39;m working from home is a huge effort. Actually, I went to the office on Friday. Usually I bike, but this time I took Jimmy&#39;s car (it&#39;s parked in front of mine, I never drive so my battery was certainly dead). I had some issues at the parking garage. Then the meeting I was there for was canceled. A very frustrating day--but at least I left the house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, was my first volunteering session of the year at the local school. The first year, I was a monitor for kindergarten lunch and recess, which I grew to love. The second year, I did math tutoring the first half of the year, and reading tutoring the second half. The math tutoring went surprisingly well--I was with the same group of 4th &amp;amp; 5th graders every week and we all made progress. The reading was frustrating because my original kid was not actually supposed to be in the tutoring program and after he was gone, I never had the same kids more than two weeks in a row, so it was pretty frustrating. This year, I&#39;m going during the school day and helping in a 5th grade classroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday, I got there a little early because I had no idea where to go. I did get guidance eventually, after the front office person asked several times if I were a sub. So I got to the classroom, met the teacher, watched one group of kids leave the room and then another file in. I guess the 5th grade students move between three different teachers? Odd. Anyway, class got in and settled. The teacher did not introduce me and went straight into her planned lesson. I sat in the back, patiently (sort of), for 50 minutes while the teacher taught! There were two special needs kids in the class, and one was rather disruptive, but mostly things went fine. But by minute 50 I was really wondering what the hell I was doing there! I&#39;d put my phone away when I got there since our count has a cell phone ban in public schools, but at that point I surreptitiously texted Jimmy out of frustration. But just a couple of minutes later, the teacher gave the kids an assignment and sent three of them to the back table and asked me to work with them. I introduced myself and we got to work. All three were from Ethiopia and English was their second language. So this is why I&#39;m there and it was good! The kids were really sweet and seemed happy to have my help.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class was over, I had a brief talk with the teacher. She said she will try and reorganize things to make better use of my time. I was grateful but also said she shouldn&#39;t change things just on my account. Selfishly, I hope she does! I&#39;m only there once a week for about an hour and it would be great if we can maximize my usefulness. Any stress I can take off the teacher, I am there for! I also asked if I should move around and help with the kids, and she seemed to say that would be fine! But I think she will need to introduce me to the kids before I feel comfortable intervening with the special needs kids, but I think we&#39;ll get there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: volunteering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/1063694704765138528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/the-slog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/1063694704765138528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/1063694704765138528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/the-slog.html' title='The Slog'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-7345310289934132903</id><published>2026-10-13T10:32:39.018-04:00</published><updated>2026-10-13T10:32:39.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Background</title><content type='html'>Are things any better? I had a long weekend and did no work at all, despite the pressing need for work. While I still don&#39;t feel confident that I can get everything done, I do feel a little better. Ironic (?), because physically I feel worse. I never felt right yesterday and I&#39;m in another vertigo cycle, which probably explains it. I really hate the vertigo, but it always goes away eventually.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m actually on a call/in a meeting right now but I&#39;m just listening. Ok, it&#39;s over now. I learned very little, but it was more an introductory call and I&#39;m part of a larger team, so it&#39;s fine that I learned a little. I learned the name of the project I may eventually have a very small part of!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were supposed to go to a community meeting last night, but I really wasn&#39;t up for it and Jimmy wasn&#39;t going alone (too bad really!). Instead we just watched TV per usual. I spent most of they day sleeping in, finishing a silly book, and watching movies. I also tried not to feel guilty for being lazy and not reading something more edifying. Jimmy said, &quot;there&#39;s plenty of time.&quot; Not sure I agree, but I just lazed around anyway. I did make myself some coffee and breakfast. That was pretty much all the activity! I do wish I&#39;d felt better because it was a beautiful day and would&#39;ve been perfect for a bike ride. Hopefully, I&#39;ll feel better soon and get out there on a ride.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: a lazy day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/7345310289934132903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/background.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/7345310289934132903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/7345310289934132903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/background.html' title='Background'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-2418279973940286139</id><published>2026-10-07T17:59:12.550-04:00</published><updated>2026-10-07T17:59:12.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelming</title><content type='html'>Apparently when I&#39;m well and truly overwhelmed with work, I go back to blogging! Like there is way, way too much work to do. And all the normal and seasonal things to do. This week, I have evening plans--three nights in a row! One is for a &quot;gala&quot; dinner. I was assured by Diego that &quot;business formal&quot; is ok for dress. I no longer have a suit that fits, but I will find something that works. No need for fancy dress up, which I also don&#39;t have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work, though, is impossible. I have too many tasks that only I can do. And even if I could delegate more, I&#39;m still the &quot;final authority&quot; on the product. And all while everything is due all at once...I am not able to focus for more than a few minutes at a time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also today we had several &quot;guys&quot; at the house. Two different guys came to look at our HVAC system because we keep getting an error message on our very fancy thermostat. One guy might still be here. The other guy rebuilt the steps to our kitchen door earlier this year. He was back to work on our deck--first power washing it, then he will come back later to sand, patch, and paint. And replace a few rotted boards. I really don&#39;t enjoy owning a house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also baked a cake. None of this is helping me get my work done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: trying a new cake recipe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/2418279973940286139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/overwhelming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/2418279973940286139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/2418279973940286139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/overwhelming.html' title='Overwhelming'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-5900082615974288336</id><published>2026-10-05T15:48:33.650-04:00</published><updated>2026-10-05T15:48:33.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation</title><content type='html'>Today I had a doctor&#39;s appointment in the morning. I left really early and then realized I left my keys at home. (We have keypad locks, so I only need my keys for my bike lock.) I&#39;d only gotten a mile away and I should&#39;ve just ridden back. Instead I called Jimmy. This was silly since him driving to where I was would take as long (or longer) than riding back. So, he started driving, and I started riding home, figuring I&#39;d meet him along the way. And, I was on our block and I saw him pulling out but he didn&#39;t see me...and he went the &quot;wrong&quot; way! I got so upset/angry. Somehow we figured it out and he handed me the keys. I don&#39;t know why I get angry so easily. And did Jimmy do anything wrong? Not really. Sigh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I got to the doctor in plenty of time. I get to see her twice a year now (getting old is fun!), but the visit was uneventful and everything is status quo. Other than I need to do better at stress management (haha!), which probably means more exercise. Which I already knew.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I finally got home, after taking two calls on the way, I just sat in the kitchen reading random things and scrolling, scrolling, scrolling. I could not get myself upstairs to work. And I have a very long list of things I have to do. I also meant to work on Sunday--I got in a couple of hours. But I just don&#39;t want to do the things I have to do! In my scrolling, I came across a video about procrastination. It repeated the idea that procrastination doesn&#39;t mean you&#39;re lazy. He said one should say to oneself, &quot;this isn&#39;t procrastination, it&#39;s a protection pattern.&quot; But, even if this is true, what I am protecting myself from?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: not being lazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/5900082615974288336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/motivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/5900082615974288336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/5900082615974288336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/motivation.html' title='Motivation'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-5292158454333154037</id><published>2026-10-04T16:49:14.866-04:00</published><updated>2026-10-04T16:49:14.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mexico</title><content type='html'>Week before last, Jimmy and I went to New Mexico. It was a work trip for me, but we stayed over the weekend for a mini vacation. I really love the country out there and I assigned this particular site visit to myself, but somehow managed to overlap the first travel day with Yom Kippur. I felt really stupid and a low about it, but fasting while flying and running around airports just isn&#39;t feasible, though I did eat very little. Since we flew on SW that was pretty easy. Mostly I drank water and eventually had a yogurt before eating a real dinner. Sigh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip was a success and I was very happy to be out in Santa Fe and environs, though the altitude got to me a bit. I was frustrated that all the ideas about what to do and see came from me and Jimmy was always like, &quot;just happy to be here.&quot; Come on--have an opinion! Anyway, it was fine, but something he promises (another sigh) to work on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting back to normal is a struggle, as usual. I owe many people phone calls. I want to talk to them and yet...it feels overwhelming. Work is overwhelming! Life is a lot. One fun/silly thing is that I&#39;ve picked up my fountain pen habit again. When we do interviews, I take notes by hand and I dared to bring one of my favorite pens with me. It&#39;s not a super fancy one, but holds a lot of ink. I thought I broke it recently while trying to disassemble for cleaning, but I figured it out and got the pen working again. I used to never fly with fountain pens, but I read that it&#39;s fine and the trick is to keep the pen upright during takeoff and landing. I did that by clipping it to my shirt and it worked perfectly. So, small hobbies, small pleasures, and just keeping on seems to be what I can do right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: moving and working.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/5292158454333154037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/new-mexico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/5292158454333154037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/5292158454333154037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/10/new-mexico.html' title='New Mexico'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-4065444413123140903</id><published>2026-09-18T17:26:48.052-04:00</published><updated>2026-09-18T17:26:48.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>I do think about the blog even though it&#39;s been a year since wrote anything. First, I still have my job, I am still living with my partner, we still don&#39;t get along as well as I would like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work: Right before the government shutdown that stared Oct. 1, 2025, we heard that the competitions for 4 proposals we had submitted were canceled. Not only did we lose 4 contracts, we also lost up to 4 new awards. Poof--gone. It was maddening! Why did the agency put out RFPs and then cancel them? That was nuts. Certainly other firms had also written proposal. Federal worker read and reviewed our proposals. They had probably made selections! And then it was all gone. Or so we thought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In January 2026, one of those projects was awarded to us! And I am the boss (Principal Investigator/Project Manager)! Since then, I&#39;ve been running. I have a couple of other things I&#39;ve had to work on, but this big one takes a lot of my time. It&#39;s great. It&#39;s something I really care about. I get to run around the country on site visits (exhausting), and my counterpart on the government side is a good friend from my old office. I feel lucky. I also feel old and wonder how much longer I want to keep going at this pace. I can do it but I&#39;d like to work less and read more and bike more. Just be stuck at my desk less. Maybe after this project is over?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: interesting work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/4065444413123140903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/09/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/4065444413123140903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/4065444413123140903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2026/09/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-2152069989041449578</id><published>2025-02-19T14:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2025-02-19T14:41:57.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the looking glass</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m living in a world that was unimaginable to me until everything started crashing down. I know what is happening, what the prez and his crony-in-chief are trying to do. They have had limited but devastating success so far, but will they be able to completely dismantle the administrative state? I get really worked up whenever I talk about this stuff. I&#39;m furious and dismayed. It actually hit my company because most of our work is via federal contracts. Four of our contracts were summarily canceled for &quot;convenience&quot; last week. One contract was almost complete--we were writing the final report! Everything is a lie, it&#39;s all for optics and crafting a narrative. It&#39;s most certainly not about waste, fraud, and abuse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am fine. My partner has his job, which seems secure (though they work for federal entities). I have a lot of savings. My job is wobbly but should be fine for a few months. We&#39;ll try and find other work. We&#39;ll see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: being a good saver.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/2152069989041449578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2025/02/through-looking-glass.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/2152069989041449578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/2152069989041449578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2025/02/through-looking-glass.html' title='Through the looking glass'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-1736554589070280067</id><published>2025-01-23T10:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2025-01-23T10:01:46.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All is well</title><content type='html'>So the good--great!--news is that Mom doesn&#39;t have cancer, or at least they couldn&#39;t detect any. That means no radiation and no temporary relocation to Seattle. The latter is a little sad but I&#39;m happy not to have my life disrupted in exactly that way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that means is that life is back to feeling normal. I am busy, biking all the time, letting work build up so I feel busy. Here I am. Boring life and boring blog.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the world isn&#39;t boring. It&#39;s a horror show. Feeling powerless as usual!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: a cancer reprieve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/1736554589070280067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2025/01/all-is-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/1736554589070280067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/1736554589070280067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2025/01/all-is-well.html' title='All is well'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-3368510278266287619</id><published>2024-12-24T11:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2024-12-24T11:08:45.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been in Seattle for about a week. Mom had surgery last week for a reoccurrence of her mouth cancer. Happily, her procedure took less than an hour and she only had to spend one night in the hospital. She is tired out but can speak normally and eat liquids and soft foods.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to town a couple of days before surgery and overheard most of her call with her therapist. I will say, this man is a miracle. He&#39;s gone with her to some of her medical appointments and is helping her tremendously with her anxiety. He told her to try and stay in the present moment, so I&#39;ve been echoing that suggestion. She will focus on the worst case scenario and it only makes her more anxious. He also said something about me and was she worried about my feelings. I think he suggested asking me. In that moment, I looked inside and I felt...nothing. I am just here. I need to be here and I am doing my best. Turns out that means adjusting the water heater thermostat, replacing the bathroom thermostat (a job much more difficult than it should&#39;ve been), and replacing and wiring up a new stereo system.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I do have feelings. Back home, I dreamt about having to divvy up Mom&#39;s stuff and wondering who would want her things. It&#39;s almost impossible for me to imaging her being gone. She is turning 84 in days so it is inevitable...but I cannot quite get there. Maybe it&#39;s for the best. And maybe that blank is inside me so I can continue to function and actually be supportive. When I was little and through my early and even mid-teens I was extremely close to Mom. As a child, I thought of her as my best friend, even though I eventually had a same-age best friend. As I formed more friendships with my peers, I was able to separate more from Mom. And then I started to selectively withhold information from her, especially after I moved across the country for grad school. I used to tell her about all the guys I dated until she started to talk about losing track. She could really hit me in all my weak spots so I stopped confiding everything in her. Even in my current relationship, if I start to complain about Jimmy, she will say &quot;I can&#39;t listen anymore&quot; and I will have to stop. Who can you complain to about your partner if your mom won&#39;t listen? So there is a bit of rift, though we have never stopped communicating. Maybe for her all those hurts are in the past, but some of the memories are quite live for me. I wonder if it&#39;s any different because I don&#39;t have kids? I suppose I would be dealing with things in quite a similar way. And any kids of mine would be pretty big by now but I don&#39;t know if I&#39;d be able to drop everything and come out for a week. So maybe an up-side.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am less worried about going home because Mom has a lot of friends and some of the folks in her building have left flowers and other small gifts at her front door. We have talked about her moving to senior housing, but I dunno, if she could get regular help maybe staying put would be the best thing for her? I know she will be a bit lonely after I leave but she will have friends to fill in the gap and she will have her space to herself again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said, she will almost certainly need a course of radiation in a few weeks. I&#39;ll come back for the last half of that process, which is supposed to be the hardest part. I plan on extended stay and Jimmy will come with me that time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/3368510278266287619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/12/feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/3368510278266287619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/3368510278266287619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/12/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-6952969472089044458</id><published>2024-12-13T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2024-12-13T17:58:49.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been sick for a few days. Trying to work. Been on two walks this week. Still don&#39;t feel 100%. Have to head out to Seattle next week. Busy packing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a whole lot to say today but I&#39;m still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: rest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/6952969472089044458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/12/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/6952969472089044458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/6952969472089044458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/12/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-4861656773107443632</id><published>2024-12-02T10:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2024-12-02T10:20:38.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy days</title><content type='html'>I had a semi-lazy long weekend. Last night (Sunday night), I had that feeling of dread about Monday and having to go back to work. I don’t know if I ever really had that feeling as a kid, though I’m sure I did. I am very busy right now, a combination of delaying some tasks, a bunch of new task, and the time-consuming nature of one specific and on-going task. Usually, being this busy propels me into action, but instead I feel tired and droopy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a very low-key Thanksgiving. I didn’t even try and find other people to spend it with, though that’s really what I wanted. My friends still usually go out of town or have their own local family gatherings. I wish I was more linked in with a regular Thanksgiving celebration. I don’t know why it didn’t happen. But I wanted a more or less traditional meal and that’s more or less what we had. Jimmy bought turkey parts—two legs and two thighs. When it came to the eating, I didn’t like my leg and only picked at it, but we had garlic mashed potatoes, which I made, Brussels sprouts, gravy, and cranberry jelly. I was happy with the sides and they filled me up. I’d made pecan bars in lieu of a pie, so that was quite a good dessert, plus some whipped cream. And we had champagne in the fridge, bought for some event but never opened, so had it with dinner. Maybe I will try harder to invite people over next year or do more coordinating in advance. We manage to get a decent crowd for Passover, so maybe we can do it another time as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took most of Friday off. I biked to my favorite semi-local coffee shop, which I malaprop-ed into “Old Sock” (if you live around here, you may be able to guess the real name). I brought my work computer and probably did an hour of the very tedious editing task on my plate. The rest of the day is a blur!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, I decided I wanted to go to a new Japanese “grocery ” store in Rockville. I was going to drive, but my car was dead again after sitting for several months. It’s either the battery or a small animal has chewed through a wire. We took Jimmy’s car and it was kind of fun. I got a bunch of silly and practical things—some cleaning items, a few food items—and a tiny figurine that cost $28 (!!!!). Whoops—impulse cash register buy gone wrong. But we hit some kind of spending threshold so we got a “free” insulated bag that had a bunch more goodies, including a large bottle of apple juice (Jimmy likes juice, so that was a win), various candies, a noodle pack, chips…so maybe it was worth it? We then stopped at what I would actually consider a Japanese grocery store and got some frozen dumplings and other noodles. And then…since it was so close, we went to one of my favorite Chinese restaurants in the area. That was a good Saturday and I felt ok taking it easy the rest of the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, I had some intentions of taking a bike ride, but instead I baked corn muffins in the morning and then sat on the floor in the living room reading for a few hours. Eventually I transitioned to the couch and watched a bunch of TV. And in no way am I prepared to work today, but without other good options, that is what I will do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: lazy long weekends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/4861656773107443632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/12/lazy-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/4861656773107443632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/4861656773107443632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/12/lazy-days.html' title='Lazy days'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-2394437934273218842</id><published>2024-11-26T10:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2024-11-26T10:10:07.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I seriously forgot about the blog! Work got kinda busy and sucked up all my brain space. Lord I hate work! I hate it less when I&#39;m busy but I still kind of want to be done with it. I have enough money to retire...but I can&#39;t access it for a few more years. In a few more years will T**** and cronies have f&#39;d up the economy so much that all of my investments will tank? I&#39;m a super cautious investor but who knows if that will make any difference!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My work is so dull. I&#39;m taking forever to do a close line-edit of a very long document. I&#39;m failing to do background reading for another project where the topic is of the &quot;important but dull&quot; variety.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend--no weekend before last--I went on a group bike ride in the world &quot;Day of Remembrance&quot; for victims of traffic violence. Good cause. Decent ride. I ended up riding with a friendly woman who is a world traveler and more serious cyclist than I, but we had a good convo and it was fun to spend time getting to know a stranger. Same thing happened the last time I did the same ride! The two people couldn&#39;t have been more different and that was a lot of the fun. I also took myself out for lunch after the ride. Ended up at a second-floor almost hidden Japanese restaurant where I&#39;d been one other time! It was very good and I ate every bite of the katsu bowl (not the bowl itself). Then I biked around a bit more and realized I was near a well-reviewed French-style bakery and figured why not? As I was locking my bike, I started chatting with a guy and we just talked and talked. He was going to the bakery too, so we ended up hanging out and talking for probably an hour (?). We were both in relationships so it felt very easy and friendly. Kinda wish we&#39;d exchanged info, but how odd really that would&#39;ve been. Still, it was a great day for talking to new people and I miss those chance encounters I used to have when I left the house more frequently.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: meeting new people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/2394437934273218842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/2394437934273218842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/2394437934273218842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-2437911178953732632</id><published>2024-11-14T18:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2024-11-14T18:16:20.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All the rants</title><content type='html'>Yesterday on an internal call, we had a little discussion about public housing and various related things. One dude, who I have always known was a Republican said, &quot;I&#39;m a Bush guy, so no one will talk to me&quot; but he also said he knew people with connections to the new administration...so someone will talk to him. Imagine openly saying you&#39;re a &quot;Bush guy&quot;--only one of the worst presidents in our history! And it was also reassuring to me that he didn&#39;t say &quot;I&#39;m a Trump guy&quot;! How is this happening...again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway. Today was another day where I didn&#39;t do my work. This is such a pattern. I let things pile up due to boredom, lack of initiative, or general inability to focus. The pile up causes of sense of urgency and I feel under pressure and I get things done. Sometimes it feels impossible but I tell myself, it will work out in the end, because it always has in the end. And it continues to work out. I need to figure out how to break this pattern, but, for now, I&#39;m busy. Yay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: learning (re-learning?) patterns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/2437911178953732632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/all-rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/2437911178953732632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/2437911178953732632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/all-rants.html' title='All the rants'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-8961170494163881021</id><published>2024-11-13T07:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2024-11-13T07:59:05.352-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="children"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="volunteering"/><title type='text'>Volunteer</title><content type='html'>After a long weekend, I started a new volunteer gig today at the elementary school just a few blocks down the road. I was basically a lunch room/playground monitor. I hung out with the kindergarteners while they ate and then watched them play. I talked to a lot of them, introducing myself by my first name. Some of them came up to me with no introduction and asked they could go to the bathroom. Some introduced me to all of their friends. Unfortunately, while we were inside the school, I could barely hear a thing and realized the racket was making me a little crazy. I always try and carry some ear plugs and I realized I needed to put them in during the indoor portion of the event. It helped a bit. I learned a few names and talked to more and more of the kids after we got outside for recess. I focused on keeping them from hitting each other and stomping on each other&#39;s feet. I worked on separating the kids that were having the most aggressive interaction. Overall, it was energizing and felt great to be around the kids. I let them come to me and many of them did. I didn&#39;t try and force conversations. Kids at this age are kind of wild and I loved it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While the tutoring I used to do could be satisfying, the last few years, during and &quot;after&quot; the pandemic were mostly frustrating. I didn&#39;t have a regular student, the remote tutoring was frustrating, and even after we went back in person things weren&#39;t right. My last school had a really disorganized program. Often we had no kids to tutor at all. I never saw the same kid regularly and that was it for me. They tried to get me to come back but the work just didn&#39;t speak to me anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a calm (haha) adult presence seems about right. Some kids asked my name, if I was someone&#39;s Mom (no, I live in the neighborhood), and one said &quot;I like you&quot; which is &lt;b&gt;huge &lt;/b&gt;from a 5/6-year-old. I got some spontaneous hugs--heartwarming but also a little troubling. I had a long talk with one girl who sat next to me on a bench. Another boy introduced himself and also talked to me for a long time, though I had a harder time following his conversation. There were a lot of kids--probably over 50--but my goal is to learn all of their names. That is going to take a few weeks but I think I can do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: new opportunities.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/8961170494163881021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/volunteer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/8961170494163881021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/8961170494163881021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/volunteer.html' title='Volunteer'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-3741120045642641703</id><published>2024-11-08T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2024-11-08T08:47:01.219-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="communication"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rugby"/><title type='text'>Painful</title><content type='html'>So Jimmy is going through this thing where he wants to play rugby. He is an &quot;old&quot; &quot;man&quot; (more on that probably never) and this is a bad idea in many ways but he is obsessed with the game. He watches it a lot on TV, obviously international games, both men&#39;s and women&#39;s leagues. He even got season tickets to the local professional rugby league, which is over an hour&#39;s drive from our house. I went with him once. It was ok. He went a few times on his own. But there are a couple of rec-leagues in the area and he has been contemplating joining one. I actually understand his desire and I support whatever decision he makes. I thought he&#39;d decided against it. I was slightly relieved because I don&#39;t want him to get injured. I was also slightly sad because I know how much he wants to play. In the last week or so he&#39;s started saying things like &quot;when I play rugby...&quot; I mostly ignored it but this morning I tried to have a conversation with him about it. Almost impossible! I say, talk to me! This is why I am here. For you to mull things over with. I guess this concept is pretty alien to Jimmy. He is so in his own head that the idea of sharing thoughts is alien. Same goes for sharing feelings. So he will play if he can test his stamina, test his knee. He&#39;s going to start running (haha) and in cleats (no!). He thinks he has plenty of time before the league starts up in the Spring. Sure. No. Whatever!&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then he decided to tell me a story about something else. Someone liking one of his posts on BlueSky (he is a twitter fatalist). And it was so hard to follow. He has no sense of narrative structure, But he is very helpful with the daily NYT crossword. Yes, we had some cross words! Ramble on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: someone to talk to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/3741120045642641703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/painful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/3741120045642641703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/3741120045642641703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/painful.html' title='Painful'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-619658957570283874</id><published>2024-11-07T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2024-11-07T16:20:24.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>I feel better. I can smile and laugh again. I even managed to get more work done today. The world isn&#39;t better but as I read, we&#39;re in the same world that we were in on Nov. 5 we just can see it more clearly. There are a lot of narratives of failure going around and I think the full story is quite complicated but perhaps the clearest framing is that the Rs told a better story. Their narrative of lies and fear won the day. People like stories and understand stories. It was always about the story, not the policies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, in that spirit, I did all my exercising yesterday. Morning yoga, bike ride, then weights in the evening. Today I&#39;ve done yoga and plan on a bike ride before dark. Weights maybe too! Also we ordered-in Chinese food last night and it was very good and comforting. I&#39;m back to listening to the news but I took most of yesterday off. I now have a fantasy about spending a week in a cabin in the woods looking at the trees and maybe soaking in a hot tub. Jimmy isn&#39;t as enthusiastic. Should I just go without him?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: a bit of perspective.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/619658957570283874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/619658957570283874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/619658957570283874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-4788698364594276764</id><published>2024-11-06T13:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2024-11-06T13:04:04.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can&#39;t</title><content type='html'>What a privilege to be able to spend the morning biking and looking at a creek as a way to deal with a country where it looks like the majority of people are willing to (re)elect one of the worst people to be the leader. Some people were shocked, others merely surprised. Some people predicted it, and now some people are glorying in the big f**k-you they just sent to all the people they deem worthless. This extreme lack of empathy is only one of the many troubling things about this election. I don&#39;t think it&#39;s the end of America or even the end of everything good America symbolizes, but it does show a country in a struggle to the death with its identity. It&#39;s been very hard to work today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: being able to fight another day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/4788698364594276764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/i-just-cant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/4788698364594276764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/4788698364594276764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/i-just-cant.html' title='I just can&#39;t'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-2733150357398548960</id><published>2024-11-05T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2024-11-05T15:14:02.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The point</title><content type='html'>You&#39;ll be delighted to learn that I fixed my flat tire. However, I didn&#39;t identify a sharp object embedded in the tire that caused the flat so I am concerned I&#39;ll flat again...but what can you do? I&#39;m on the fence about new tires, but shouldn&#39;t those three flats in a row convince me? Probably.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was this blog ever interesting? Years ago at a blogger meetup I was talking to this guy and it became clear that he didn&#39;t read my blog. It used to be a funny thing where I might start telling a story but realized the person I was talking to was quite familiar with everything I was saying already! Well, this was like the opposite of that. I sort of expected him to know a little bit about my life. I can&#39;t remember if I straight out asked if he read the blog but he sort of exploded with &quot;I don&#39;t, I don&#39;t read it!&quot; And I remember saying, fine, of course, but what is the problem? I think he&#39;d been a reader and even used to comment, so I didn&#39;t understand why he stopped. And he said something like, &quot;I can&#39;t take it! It&#39;s too much!&quot; I had no idea what to say to that. These days, I guess it&#39;s too little and too much. It&#39;s the drudgery of daily working from home life. Not enough variety. Not enough talking to people. Not enough stimulation. Or something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is my usual day like? I might wake up around 5am and read then fall back asleep. Then I really wake up around 7am. If I have my phone nearby, I&#39;ll work on the NYT crossword puzzle (if I haven&#39;t already finished it). I scroll through different social media sites. I listen to the radio. I intend to get up. Sometimes I&#39;ll stay in bed until 9/9:30/10am. Usually Jimmy is already up, but sometimes he&#39;ll be in bed on his phone too. We might talk. If I have a book I really like going, I may read for a while. I finally get up, do my morning routine. I&#39;ll then make coffee. Sometimes I&#39;m not at my desk until 11am. I feel like this is very wrong. I am behind on some work tasks but also it doesn&#39;t seem to matter. I want to do better. I need to get up earlier. For a while, I was doing yoga in the morning and I really enjoyed it. All that time in bed, I could be working, or doing yoga, or riding my bike...but if I&#39;m working earlier in the day, I can finish up earlier. Seems like common sense. Ironically (?), I get up a lot earlier on the weekends so I can go on a bike ride or visit the farmer&#39;s market. Today was middling--I was up around 9:00 am and ready to work by 9:20--because I thought I had a 9:30 meeting. But I didn&#39;t. I had an 11:30 meeting. So I went downstairs and made the coffee for Jimmy and me. I reheated my oatmeal and read a book while I ate it. I fixed my flat tire. Got back to work by 11am. I am just shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all. Perhaps I need to start going to the office occasionally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: reflection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/2733150357398548960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/the-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/2733150357398548960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/2733150357398548960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/the-point.html' title='The point'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-6021753836448924095</id><published>2024-11-04T13:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2024-11-04T13:49:30.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flats</title><content type='html'>We went on a long bike ride this weekend--was supposed to be 30 miles but we cut out for home a bit early due to a flat tire on my bike. Still we rode over 25 miles. I was totally wiped out, which felt ridiculous. I keep promising myself to bike more, walk more, lift weights more. Fits and starts as usual. This is I think the 3rd flat in as many months and I&#39;m super annoyed. I am probably going to get at least one new tire, since that might be the problem. I really need to look at the tire more closely and see the state of the tread. I&#39;ve put over 3,000 miles on these tires, but I have other bikes where my tires lasted way longer! Anyway, for now, I&#39;ll have to find the pointy thing that caused the flat before I ride again. Or maybe I&#39;ll take my acoustic bike out for a spin...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work, sigh, still demotivated. I am getting busy again, which usually bodes well for motivation. Keeping busy is generally very good for me. I wish there were someway to break out of my old patterns and habits. Or replace the old ones with new good ones? Better ones? Am I so bad? Clearly, self-kindness is very low at the moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even feel like I&#39;m failing at the blog. No one is reading, I&#39;m already inconsistent, and it&#39;s really dull. Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: time to reflect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/6021753836448924095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/flats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/6021753836448924095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/6021753836448924095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/11/flats.html' title='Flats'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-8545411234860340889</id><published>2024-10-31T18:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2024-10-31T18:08:45.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy</title><content type='html'>In the early days of the blog, I had so much to say! And I have a lot to say but somehow I have less to write. Maybe because day-to-day life is so same-same and dull-dull. I&#39;m going on a bike ride now so maybe I&#39;ll come back to this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No bike ride for me because a flurry of work descended. So many emails. All about a budget issue that was impossible anticipate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ordered a bunch of clothing. Some of it arrived. The pants don&#39;t fit--dreaded waist gap. I&#39;m not keeping it if it&#39;s not right. Cardigan that is a size too large but I might keep anyway. Cool velvet shirt/tunic. Trial run tonight for Halloween. We got the candy, bring on the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Halloween.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/8545411234860340889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/10/candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/8545411234860340889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/8545411234860340889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/10/candy.html' title='Candy'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-3357517199547484187</id><published>2024-10-30T18:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2024-10-31T10:50:17.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>What I&#39;m fretting about today. Am I boring? Will anyone ever read this blog again? Should I be trying harder to increase traffic? How did people find this back in the day? I tell myself I&#39;m not writing for an audience. This is for myself to try and recover my &quot;zest&quot; (or whatever). But I do miss knowing I had some readers! I miss the occasional comment! The comments are one of the best things about a blog. I don&#39;t know why. I crave and miss regular social connection. Jimmy doesn&#39;t count (unfortunately).&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the meeting with the &quot;career&quot; counselor. She had a lot of nice things to say about me, she loved my &quot;sense of humor&quot; and said I had a &quot;lightness of spirit.&quot; But also that my honesty gets me into trouble (check) and that I talk a lot (check). She asked if I felt a need to fill the silence. I said I have stories to tell and I want to tell the entire story. That the story is more satisfying if you hear the entire thing! Then she said something that I found frankly bizarre--that perhaps I&#39;m underestimated because I seem &quot;ditzy&quot; because I&#39;m high energy, quirky, and have a high voice. The voice thing is true, though I often forget about it. Quirky, sure. High energy is funny because I know I have been perceived that way at times, but I feel very low energy these days. I also feel like I&#39;m overestimated sometimes at work because they just think I can do anything or figure anything out. I don&#39;t know everything and I could use more help at times. Anyway, no I&#39;m not ditzy. If anything, I&#39;m too serious, but that is tempered by my humor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the real issue is that I feel purposeless. Work can be good and it can be bad. It&#39;s usually not terrible though it can be stressful. But I just don&#39;t know what I would really like to be doing. I don&#39;t have an ideal job or a career goal. I&#39;m just kind of here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: long talks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/3357517199547484187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/10/goals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/3357517199547484187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/3357517199547484187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/10/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-318471780659497624</id><published>2024-10-29T16:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2024-10-29T16:19:46.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote</title><content type='html'>So I spent about 30 minutes today trying to encourage one of my junior staffers to vote. Was it too much? Was I being inappropriate? I laid out a case on several dimensions. The case for Harris and Democrats in general. The importance of state and local races and referendums. And why politics matters in our work and in healthcare for us and our families. Now I&#39;m worried. She is quiet and I didn&#39;t ask her views or give her room to talk. That was probably a mistake. I often assume people see things basically the same way I do. I think she is a good hearted person. Her goal is a career in public health. Yet she wasn&#39;t connecting that to &quot;politics.&quot; Isn&#39;t that odd? I hope I did the right thing. She lives in swing state so her vote really matters!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: democracy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/318471780659497624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/10/vote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/318471780659497624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/318471780659497624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/10/vote.html' title='Vote'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9840089.post-8111638031145682834</id><published>2024-10-28T15:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2024-10-28T15:43:40.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>It wasn&#39;t a bad weekend. I took a nice bike ride on Saturday and had a very lazy Sunday. I felt terrible on Friday and took a sick day. I figured I&#39;d perk up by the next day and I did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I insisted that Jimmy help me put up some Halloween decorations. I managed to break a light-up ceramic pumpkin, but I had two others to use instead. Also a &quot;web&quot; with a big fake spider. Everything is looking a little worse for wear so this may be the last year for this set of decorations. Also I was so late getting things up! We also have about ten pounds of candy. Yes, I&#39;ve opened it and I&#39;m now snacking happily away on a mixed chocolate and fruity treats. Jimmy got two bags at Costco. I think it&#39;s better than what we&#39;ve had in years past--seems fresher.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m trying to get ready for my career counseling session later this week. I did write out a few things but I don&#39;t have the energy to focus on it now. Do I send her things? Do we talk it through? At least one of the exercises I don&#39;t even know how to get started on. I know I&#39;ll talk too much even though me talking is sort of the point. But to get anything out of it, I have to listen. So my goal is to listen and try and minimize the tangents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d81ee;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grateful for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: balance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;(View original at &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.gratefuldating.net&quot;&gt;Grateful Dating&lt;/a&gt;©)&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/feeds/8111638031145682834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/10/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/8111638031145682834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/9840089/posts/default/8111638031145682834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://gratefuldating.blogspot.com/2024/10/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Jamy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17328884172511150275</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>